Central to this low period, is the fact its been a year since my uncle took his own life. At a point in time where I wasn't feeling ideally productive (and somehow still have capacity to put a front on at work). I still remember feeling like shit and hearing the news, just outside the parade of shops beside my house, my sister telling me as I got home from work Tuesday 7th Jan 2014 (somewhere between 3-4pm). I remember it like it was yesterday, not a year ago. And I hate the fact its brought up some shit memories for me. Urgh.